How does one not drown in those eyes
Two fluttering butterflies
Upar se kajal bhi you apply,
Tell me, how does a man not die?
There are numerous tales your nath recites
The sight of it just mesmerize
Bewitched now, I've lost my mind
A bit of solace, my heart not now finds.
On paper in ink you come alive
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